Kendra Lust Librarian Novels & Stories

Maya asked. "Of course," Lora said. "The library is fully accessible." Maya spent forty minutes in the library, running her fingers along shelves of books that ranged from ancient leather-bound volumes in languages she didn't recognize to modern first editions she'd have killed to own. She pulled several out, examined them, put them back with the careful reverence of someone who genuinely loved books. Eventually, Lora had gently mentioned continuing the tour, and Maya had reluctantly left the library with a mental list of volumes she intended to come back for.

Every free moment, when she wasn’t wallowing in dismay over her less-than-stellar academic performance, was spent here, browsing the shelves for a story that would whisk her away completely. Today, she clutched the latest title in her collection, "The Tides of the Myrtle," a captivating adventure that kept her up way past her bedtime, turning pages under the moonlight, each chapter leaving her eager for more. She desperately sought the second book in the series to uncover its expertly woven mysteries, but her limited allowance meant a bookstore visit wasn’t feasible. With a sigh, Katherine made her way to the librarian's desk, a warm light amid the dimness of the library. Mrs. Hogan, a sweet

"I'm going to check-out this pussy as often as I can. "Si," breathed Coach Rodriguez. "You are a great addition to the staff," panted Mr. Love. * * * Mr. Love's words were just what a free-use librarian like Ms. Waters wanted to hear. She knew she would be a very popular member of the staff going forward. * * * Kirsten finished her latest story and flung herself on her bed. She rubbed her cunt, thinking about her next story. Thinking about Ms. Salazar, the home ec club adviser. She had a thing for a married teacher, or so Kirsten suspected. Wouldn't it be hot if she used the girls in her class to lure him into an affair?

Kyra found the huge library easily enough with the help of an Omega. The smell of old books and dust greeted her the moment she entered the library. It took Kyra ten minutes to walk from one end to the other. The labyrinth of books with thick worn out spines are neatly arranged on the wooden shelves. Rows and rows of books are placed, one row older than the other. Centuries old history of the Lycan's and the Werewolfs was proudly displayed in one section. Another section belongs to their medical knowledge. Moon goddess, Vampires, golden wolves and so on. You name it this library has it.

Furious with the fact that her body was responding to Minerva’s expert touch, she shuddered with repulsion. “Come on,” Minerva teased. “I can see that you like it. Give me a nibble and I’ll answer a question. Deal?” Kendra was at a loss over what to do. She needed to know more about where she was and what to expect and it seemed that the only way that she was going to find out was to give in to this lesbian queen. She saw no way out of it. She worried about giving the woman a little when her body clearly wanted a lot. What was happening?

Mom would never forgive me if I let it happen again. Liam was waiting for me outside the library after class and helped me peruse the stacks. He wasn't kidding about knowing his way around, leading me right to the section I needed. The books our school had to offer were pretty pathetic, but I checked them both out anyway while the librarian, Mrs. Pander, made squinchy faces at Liam and me before shooing us out so she could go home.

What better way would I get to research on the mysterious Alpha King but in the library? I would need all the knowledge I could to find him after I left this place. It must have been close to a week that I had been coming to the library when it happened. "We have to close the library." I looked up from a particular interesting story about my father to Wendy, the librarian. "May I borrow this book then?" Wendy smiled at me apologetically. "It is too heavy to have in your room. You may try to lift it without any of your maids present."

She was willowy and beautiful, with long blonde hair and huge round glasses that made her big eyes even larger. “Hello,” she greeted me. “How can I help you?” “My name is Cassandra Keller,” I answered. “The Alpha King gave me permission-” “Ah, Mrs. Keller,” the librarian interrupted me. “Yes, His Majesty mentioned you would be coming. Please, follow me, and I’ll show you around.” “Thank you,” I replied politely. The librarian rose from her seat and held the door open for me. The library wasn’t very large by any means. The walls were a rich cream color and the floors were a deep brown. The shelves were arranged neatly in rows and every book was clearly indexed by their names and subjects.